Pops’ Wheel

Returning this to my dad and hoping I’ll find the time this set for a little adventure on Rick, now that I’ve changed his rear roller. 

Post night shift but before sleep was possibly a bad time to get this done but it only took me half an hour or so to clean the grease off the carpet 👎🏼 

Sometimes I fail to follow life’s number 1 rule. 


And friends around the country… 

I hope that life without a chaperone is what you thought it’d be 

I hope your brother’s El Camino runs forever

I hope the world sees the same person that you’ve always been to me 

And may all your favourite bands stay together 


This track reminds me of The Goodbye Party’s I’m not going to your heaven. This time two years ago I listened to it on repeat a lot. 

All your favourite bands is so much happier in message and music, but now that I’ve been listening to it a lot, they’re a pair in my head. 

Tell me something sweet, ’cause all I taste is blood between my teeth. 

We’ve all done some reading prior to getting to this point. 

Two of my friends, Cass and Rach, and I are cutting refined sugar as of today. They’re aiming for two weeks but I’d like to do more. 

It’s going to be interesting specifically for Cass, who eats chocolate bars or cake daily. But I think I need a month or so of taking it to the extreme to encourage me to make some better choices in the long term. 

I work well with absolutes and find it hard to comply with a less stringent rule. 

If anyone knew how much jam or marmalade I put on my toast they’d agree. 

Rach helpfully sent me her little list of the basics and I’m so grateful for fruit 🍉 

Forever writing about what I will do… 

Soon I’m going to write about a biography I read recently which completely changed my perspective and perception of a person I thought was better. They write about shame but seem not to really accept their part in the process, nor admit that they were wrong and have treated people horribly. 

But in contrast, I listened to an interview of sorts with a member of a band who I thought was a bit of a dick but whose attitude I found so much more honest and accepting of some painful truths about his life, about his addiction and the time he wasted on drink and drugs.  

Sherlock’s back. 

“In saving my life she conferred a value on it. It is a currency I do not know how to spend.” 

The usually low key, but heavy with insinuating and intimating, communication (I say this because some of the gold is non verbal) between Sherlock and Watson in this BBC modern adaption has always provided me with some throroughly satisfying segments of script.